i don't think it's a horrible idea at all, not in the slightest. in fact brian and i have been collecting words (or randomly generated combinations of letters) from the word verification feature on blogger. here's what we've come up with:

the object of the contest is to use these "words" in a poem (at least as many as you can!). then post your poem in the comments field of this post (as i have already) or post a link to your poem as it appears else where.

(note, this post crashed, exploded, and destroyed everying in it's wake, so i might have some words in my poem that i didn't put in this list, as i didn't save the original list and can't be arsed to float around in every place brian or i have posted comments in the last 2 weeks to find them all again. i knew you'd understand. if you want, feel free to pick out the nonesense words from my poem and use them.)

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everyone is welcome and encouraged to participate. once there are enough poems the executive board of judges* will chose a favorite (or however many favorites they want). the poets of the selected favorites will be honored with a pinata in their likeness.**

A-ha! Now I know what all that gibberish is at the end of your posts! I thought they were secret signatures. That makes so much sense! It's excellent! (By the way, did you know that "gibbersih" means, in addition to: 1. Unintelligible or nonsensical talk or writing.2. a. Highly technical or esoteric language. b. Unnecessarily pretentious or vague language.How perfect is that!)And Katy, I have to say, you managed to pull off a great piece of writing with all that gibberish! I wouldn't have thought it possible. Excellent! And a brilliant idea for a contest! Good luck to all who dare attempt it!-bffqb-

Intently gazingat black uaisron a pomty screen – my eyes jwoulestart to twitchand I pomty to pyuqm like the creatures that are a metaphorto eupac existence.The parasites race through my psyasrbtoward my brain;mekytd aches, paranoia beams – I could kouuopvx this bugwandering aimlessly across the svonn,emitting a godlike huhue – like a zombie I just stare.

i found a puddle today.it was svonnified.my huhue got wet.its blue.turned navy.i pomty down the road.oh there's my friend.i'm so gsqnk!what a epshzu. yay. we ajbfnier by the rock.there's big yellow!afadh dirt road.see you in the ousbw.

On the bus,the cyvig line,a girl with uasir in her eyessighs, “kmsol,”into her cell phone.“Ajbfnier!” shouts a man in a cloak lgrcruu with kqhnc.

The huhue is gsqnk. Svonn is watered to cffzzyc;there are no epshzu.“Mfrmqtq, my Vadusmf,”a eupac croons to her kouuopvx.

Perhaps somewhere past the cjeabq,Beneath these auusqsl of zzgjx,where children do not bffqb,fnixasv do not have to lousabw, where no one has ever heard of lqbppgfe-- some ixruax have discovered a hidden psyasrb.Iznziaxg may pomty mekytd there.Whiffs of hspzjf roll off the zasyrssb.And the hyrojl is forever.